Freddy and this man walked out of the art gallery hand in hand as he looked up into his eyes lovingly. 'Why is he making me feel like this and just who is he?' he thinks to himself as they head down the stairs towards the bottom floor which is where the kitchen and dining room are.
Once they reached the bottom of the steps, the man decided to keep talking. "So what do you feel like having for dinner honey?" he asks as he glances over at Freddy as the tan on the former young boy finished off at a nice olive tone which he gained thanks to spending plenty of time at the tanning salon.
As they headed towards where the kitchen was, they were approached by Sarah. "Oh sir Gerald, I didn't see you come in." she says as she gives him a curtsey. "Is there anything I can do for you two?" she asks.
Gerald, thinks about it for a bit and glances over at Freddy to see if there's anything he'd like to ask for.
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The young man looked up at Brandon and nodded his head. "Yea I think I'll be ok." he says as he gets out of his car to survey the damage that was done to it. "Doesn't look like it was too much. Just a few scratches and bumps. No reason to get the insurance companies involved. That's why I got a beat up old clunker to drive around." he says with a chuckle.
Brandon breathes a sigh of relief as he puts a dainty hand on his chest as his nails elongate and take on a manicured appearance. "That's good to hear. I'm just glad you're alright, I can't believe I forgot to put on my glasses." he says apologetically. "There's gotta be something though I can do to make it up to you." he says.
The young man rubs his chin as he actually knows of something. "Actually if you really want to...."
